Bunny's first appearance

Bear had a little thorn in his paw and he did not want to make a scene.
He walked along the side of the bushes and hoped that someone might help him take the thorn out with kindness, but his hopes where not up for it...
He roared ever so quietly not to let anyone hear his troubles.

Steadily Bear walked on to find a nice place to rest and eventually he found that spot behind a tree near a stream. He sat down with a little effort...

"Hello" he heard a tiny voice near him.
He replied "hello...." ever so wary and was replied with a tiny voice "How are you doing?"
"I'm okay..." he replied back hiding his paw.
"It is nice to meet you. I saw you walking along and decided you needed a friend. Will you be my friend too?"
Bear just smiled and nodded.
Little bunny hopped closer towards his paw and he tried to hide it. But Little bunny is quick and took his paw, "What is wrong mister bear?"
"Someone threw a thorn in my path and I stepped on it..."
"Well let me take that out for you" the little bunny said with a wink.
Bear just smiled and nodded with thanks.

"You really are quiet mister bear. Why is that?"
"Because I do not speak much."
"haha. You're funny." she said with a smile and Bear smiled back.
Little bunny hopped a little back and said "It's getting late mr bear, I need to go home now"
Bear just smiled and nodded. She wagged her little bushy tail before hopping off to home.
Bear just smiled and looked at his paw. It is already feeling better...

The bear recollects his thoughts....

As I sit here on a rock somewhere far away from the island I was fond of, I do ponder (and ever constantly, daily), what the little bunny is doing on Forestisland.
Is she okay?
Does she know I care greatly for her?
Will she be alright because I exiled myself from the kingdom we once ruled?

I suppose it is better to describe the land of Forestisland before I tell you the story of why found myself sitting on this rock... hard, desolate, cold winds upon my back.... and why I came about the thought of writing my journeys down.

Forestisland is a lush green place with a grand forest on the centre of the island. Along the borders you can find sunny beaches and cool/warm nights as per your preference. Animals and nature beckon at your every call as they knows their king and queen was benevolent and kind. The island of Forestisland was created when the little bunny and myself where standing atop a faintly pink cloud in the skies where we pondered and mutually had the same idea of having a castle of our own, with purple and warmly lit colors encompassed by black. This resembled a warmness inside and safety in the arms of a loved one, keeping you safe from the darkness the outside world can give.
We had a kind and happy people at our castle, but we are not rulers. We want people to enjoy life and be happy.
They could often found us relaxing at the beach where the little bunny would find me sitting in my supercool-igloo, which was not ice cold at all. We would drink cold hot chocolate on the beach and just enjoy each others company.

Sometimes the penguin butler would do his magic and turn hot chocolate into juice. Other penguins called him Zeus. Hey Zeus.

The little bunny was always much kinder than me and she would say to the butler she can do her own magic and then set him off on vacation. Such kindness... and that is what I adore.

Other times we would stare at the moonlit sky on top of the igloo and see objects formed in the sky by stars... Other times I do my own magic and use my remote control wand and let the sofabed turn into a moving vehicle with a thousand legs which takes us for a ride through the forest to go spectate the light shows some mystical fairies creates. She really enjoyed that.
I miss her smile...

I know of the reason I exiled myself, but I can't remember the cause. This bear feels like he is living out his hibernation each second without sleep.
I wonder if the bunny knows I think of her every time there is thunder. I know how she feels about that and I hope she knows not to be scared of the thunder as I'm thinking of her more during that time.
As fast as the lighting travels, I'll be there for her.

So let me start the tale of how that bunny and how this bear met from a different eye.


Bear diary...

(Entry #1 follows)

One little plant

A plant appeared into my life.

This one needs water; this one needs nurturing.
This is what was sought; this plant that will grow with me.

This plant is not meant to shed tears,
This plant is strong, its heart is not meant to fear.
Not to feel down in the end but always cheer!
This is a life that make people smile for years.

It will have many branches and many leafs. Many a green, happy with glee.

When winter comes, it could wither. Leafs will fall when life looks cold.
But everyone would see the roots of this one is strong and pure. It goes deep down and will spring up with elven green for the world to see.

Like nature's time, this tree will live longer than the life of mortal eyes...